Sometimes, when I finally get around to clearing out the thousands of photos I've allowed to accumulate on my phone, I discover something special. Something mysterious, unique and bold. Photos taken by someone other than me, by someone with a keen visual perspective and something to say.
The latest are presented below, with comment and full artistic interpretation...
Through the Glass Coffee Table
The exhibit is not afraid to start off challenging. What is this? Where was this taken? Why the hell is this on my phone?
Through the Glass Coffee Table, Revisited, With Legs
A blurry glimpse of a child's legs and sneaker gives the viewer some perspective, but still no answers. Much like there is a sleeve, but no hand. There is a rug, but it is not our rug.
Boy With Green Phone
At this point, viewers who are familiar with this particular artist's work (and his family's recent trip to West Elm for pillow shams) will start to make sense of the series. Here, a child remains oblivious to the carefully curated trappings of consumerism behind him, and perhaps even finds it a bit distasteful as he pinches his nose to ward off the scent of wood veneer and conformity.
And yet he is able to ignore it all only because he's engrossed with a portable glowing mobile device. A device that is presumably serving as both his friend, companion and a babysitter for his negligent, pillow-sham-crazy parents.
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A woozy, dystopian look at a suburban shopping mall, from the inside looking out. Or more accurately: from the inside looking in, since even if you leave the store, you're still inside the mall.
BOOM. Your mind has just been blown.
The honeycomb shapes remind the viewer of their worker bee status, while the security cameras reinforce the modern day reality that we are all being watched, constantly. The disconcerting position of the exit sign poses the question: Is there any way out? Really?
Store Plants, Versions 1 & 2
One can't help but sympathize with living plants trapped in an indoor home furnishings store. Does anybody remember to water them? Have they ever seen the sun? Why would anybody buy plants here when you can get the same kinds just about anywhere else for a fraction of the cost?
(Note the green as callback to the abandoned boy with his phone. Clearly a very thoughtful and deliberate metaphor on the part of the artist.)
A chilling reminder that on the inside, all couch cushions are the same color.
Self Portraits, With Bedhead, Versions A, B, C & D
No exhibit by this particular artist would be complete without a near-endless series of near-identical self-portraits (or "selfies," in the parlance of the times). His lack of facial expression is perfectly in line with the deceptively mundane subjects and themes of his other photographs, or perhaps merely indicative that he was actually holding the phone backwards and thought he was taking a picture of the floor.
Signed prints are available at the gift shop. Four frillion dollars each, or best offer.